"Senor Palladin?"

I looked up, the early afternoon sun behind the figure standing over me casting the person standing by me hidden from my sight by the glare. Her silhouette was all I could discern, a rather tall figure for someone almost fourteen and with a nice body.

"Just Palladin will do. Ronnie?"

She sat down on the chaise next to me, a brilliant white smile across her face as she gave me the eye.

"Wow, you're even better then my sister described you."

I looked at her more closely. For thirteen she was surely developing rather rapidly with life. The twin spheres of her tits poked out of the top of a brief bikini bra while the curves of her ass were barely hidden by the dental floss thong she had on from what I'd seen as she passed by me to sit down. Red. A nice choice of color offsetting the jet-black color of her hair and the emerald gray of her eyes, a bewitching combination.

Her lips were painted just a shade too much with a scarlet lipstick that closely matched the color on her lips. Cocksucking lips if I'd ever seen any. My cock lurched and rose in my Speedos, a reaction she didn't fail to notice.

"Hi, I'm happy to meet you," I squawked, almost at a loss for words as her beauty overwhelmed, a condition I was rarely in.

"I can see just how happy you are," she said grinning and staring at my crotch where my cock had now achieved a fairly respectful stand, the top hem of my suit peeled away from my hairy belly by two inches. It occurred to me I was having a lot of interesting instances happening poolside in these Mediterranean hotels. Maybe it was the water or something.

"Well you are quite a treat yourself. Are you sure you're only thirteen?"

"Almost fourteen. Just a few more months. Why, am I too young for you?"

"Not quite. If anything maybe a little too old for me."

"Oh, you perv you," she grinned making like she was shocked at my admission, "I think I am in the clutches of a dangerous pedophile. Maybe I ought to be afraid for my poor innocence."

Her accent was definitely Slavic although her English was excellent. Her sparkling gray eyes looked at me unafraid, not like I would expect from a girl barely into her teens. Those eyes spoke volumes, the wisdom of all things woman, the mystery there but concealed, not to be given frivolously, especially to someone like me. Apparently her sister had filled her in on some of my parameters, none good.

"Well what do you propose we do? For myself, I was just observing the Brit eye candy over there waiting to see if the Arabs had any luck invading the sacred British Empire while Momsy was away."

She stretched out on the chaise lounge, reaching for my beer. I didn't stop her, letting her take a deep swallow. Fuck it, I didn't sign on to raise her, just possibly fuck her brains out.

"They look pretty young. How old do you think?"

"They'd both be lucky to be teens, I would guess. No, maybe the one with the blue bikini is thirteen or fourteen your age, what do you think?"

"Brit birds are hard to tell, they have real young faces almost all their lives I think. They never seem to grow up. Maybe fourteen, I think thirteen at the most though."

"Think the desert rats will score?"

We both looked. The two girls had moved out of the pool, both wearing thong bottoms. The older slipped her top off bringing out two little snow cones of tanned tits capped with two bright red maraschino cherries, alert and rigid. They were kidding the big guy about something and I heard the young one say, "Naw, come on bloke, no one is that big."

Big, bad and hairy was wearing a pair of Speedos even smaller than mine, his elephantine cock wound in a huge lump at his crotch, his bulldog balls hanging as huge spherical orbs below the coiled cock. In answer to the girl's kidding he called the smaller and younger up to where he lay sprawled and put his arm around her neck, bending her down until her face was a few inches over his hairy navel. He said something in a gruff voice and she reached down and lifted the edge of the suit much as I had done previously without my hands. Copy fucking cat, I thought.

The kid squealed at the sight of so much cock enclosed in the small suite, rising up with both hands to her mouth muttering a loud series of "Oh my Gawd's." The older girl was squealing along with her, imagination painting a nice picture of just what might have called the younger bird to squeal but the visual image of the dude's Speedos package giving her a nice hint.

"Cute," Ronnie said turning and grinning at me, her eyes shaded by the palm of her hand, "want to play show and tell with what you have hidden behind door number three."

"Door number three? Don't tell me you watch that stupid American game show with the one-hundred year old MC?" ......(cont)